The saga of writing an urban-fantasy set in Birmingham, Alabama (the Magic City)

The Magic City

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Meet a Living Myth

This is being posted contemporaneously on this site and the Romance Magicians blog. Please post any comments on the Romance Magicians blog.

The Romance Magicians blog has been honored with a rare look into the world of the Latter Day-Olympians. Normally the Goddities website (a scandal sheet of the modern day doings of Greek gods) is closed to mere mortals, such as ourselves. However, since some of their secrets are going to be made public on June 28 in Lucienne Diver's new release Bad Blood, the Goddities web-mistress, Yiayia, has graciously agreed to share her interview with her granddaughter Tori, the heroine ofBad Blood. I want to thank Yiayia (and Lucienne Diver who brokered the deal) for sharing this interview.

***

Today I’m talking with my granddaughter, who has recently been linked to certain strange events in L.A. She’s asked me to keep her name out of this and, as you know, I am ever discreet. (But if you read the Hollywood rags, I’m sure you can glean a thing or two.) Without further ado, I’m pleased to introduce my highly successful, very beautiful granddaughter, who is absolutely the first person you’ll want to call for all your private investigation needs.

Anipsi, thank you for talking with us today. (Anipsi means niece for those of you playing along at home. See, already I am protecting her identity.)

You blackmailed me into it.

Nonetheless, you agreed, and I thank you.

Don’t mention it. I mean that really and truly.

So, it is my understanding that you didn’t believe the family stories about how our line descended from the god Pan beer-goggling one of the gorgons.

Well, can you blame me?

Would you please tell me how all of that changed?

In retrospect, your beard should have been a dead giveaway. And cousin Tina’s really aggressive underbite. Anyway, you know all this, but for your readers, it all changed the day I actually witnessed someone being torn apart by a thing that looked like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. And lest you think I was just on a bad trip or had wandered onto a film set—hey, this is L.A.—the police found piscine D&A in her wounds. I’m saying…something was definitely fishy.

And you are on the case, consulting with the police?

Some would call it consulting. Others might say “brought in for questioning.”

Psshaw, as if that hot cop you’ve been mooning over would let anything happen to you. I bet he just wanted to get you alone in an interrogation room.

Yiayia!

Okay, okay, I move on. Is there any truth to the rumors that you and a certain Greek god turned Hollywood hottie have been burning up the sheets.

Yiayia!

What? I was married. I know all about the sex. And your grandfather wasn’t the only wild oat I had to sow.

That’s it, I’m out. I am not talking about my love life.

Such as it is.

Well, there you have it folks, it’s a story as classic as the ages…murder, mayhem, sex and scandal in La La Land. Tune in next week when we’ve got an actual demi-god here to talk about the rumored rise of the the old gods. What will it mean for you?